After leaving the awful hotel, we had a great walk with lots of giggles, some tears for my friend Tom. At the 18 km marker I left the second seashell I had carried from Florida. I miss him dearly, he lived life well and enthusiastically. while walkong along this stretch, I felt a strong connection to those no longer on the physical plane. Love never dies.
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AuthorSome names I go by... mom, honey, sister, friend. Sadly, I am no longer anyone's daughter. I am a Special Ed preschool teacher by profession... lover of life by choice! Archives
March 2014
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